Flat

Life, Identity

On an impulse, the Delaenio Heir binds their breasts with a roll of bandages, and for the first time in years, their chest is flat.

Looking into the mirror in their bedroom, the Delaenio Heir binds their breasts with a roll of bandages, and for the first time in years, their chest is flat. It crushes their ribs, and they can only manage an hour at first, but the rush they get as they run their hands over their chest is worth every bit of discomfort.